The last posthumous play by the early deceased French author: Roberto Zucco is a multiple murderer. But he does not kill out of necessity or passion; he is neither a robber nor a avenger: "I have no enemies, and I do not attack. I do not crush the other animals out of malice, but because I did not see them and because I stepped on them." "The criminal as Messiah, bringing the salvation of evil to a hopeless world. And thus, prison, death, sun, life, murder, love, and hate become: wonderful, terrible dream weavings, themes to dance to the rhythm that only this head hears. But woe to them if they leave the head! This woe can be felt in every scene, precisely because each scene does not articulate this woe. It hovers above. It stands for it. Dreamily beautiful. Dreamily terrible." (Gerhard Stadelmaier, FAZ).